A friend asked me today over email: "Do growing up children compensate for the seeming loss of youth? Have been feeling low in this regard for a while. Your take on this?"
I guess so. I hate to see myself in photos these days - only then I realise how fat and old I am getting. I dont beleive the salesgirl at the boutique when she tells me, 'madam, U need to go for L size, M wont fit you.' I look at her as if she is raving mad but oblige anyway. I go home and find that even L is not good enough and that I might need XL. To think that I was comfortable in S size some 6 years ago! My mom and granny worried that I'd never put on weight - and now here I am weighing over 60 kg.
When a child is born, so is a mother... A working mother's growing up years with her two children.
Friday, September 29, 2006
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